A Betting Man / a Marrying Man

A Betting Man / a Marrying Man by Sandrine Gasq-DIon

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Authors: Sandrine Gasq-DIon
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the table. “Guess what I’ve had all day?”
    Terry’s brows furrowed and then his eyes widened.
    “Really? You want to?”
    “I haven’t been walking around like I’ve got a corncob up my ass for nuthin’!”
    Terry cracked up, then sobered.
    “Are you sure?”
    I walked over to him and took him in my arms.
    “I’ve never been more sure.”
    The lamp was on, casting a glow around the room as I removed my pants. Terry sat on the bed, clasping his hands, watching me remove my clothing. I bent over in front of him as I slid my boxers down my thighs and I heard a small gasp. My butt plug was wedged nicely inside my ass. I moved to straighten up and felt Terry’s warm hand slide up my spine.
    “Hold onto the dresser,” he said quietly.
    I leaned over and put my hands on the dresser. Hands slid up my spine, then caressed my ass. I held my breath as Terry’s fingers brushed the plug in my ass. A shiver ran down the length of me as Terry pulled it out slowly and then pushed it back in. A warm moist heat surrounded one of my balls, as Terry mouthed it, all while pushing and pulling the plug. My legs were already shaking; Terry’s expert fingers were trailing across one of my cheeks, as the other hand kept a nice slow rhythm with the plug. I swore under my breath as the plug was slowly removed. Terry’s tongue glided across my ass cheek and fluttered over my hole. My fingernails dug into the wood of my dresser as Terry slowly fucked my asshole with his tongue. It was the single most erotic thing that’s ever been done to me. I was going to marry this man. Terry’s tongue slid all the way up my spine and then he was breathing in my ear.
    “Ready?”
    Terry nudged my hole with his cock and goose bumps broke out down my arms.
    “Yes.” I held my breath.
    Terry inched in, his free hand stroking my now flaccid cock. I wasn’t used to this, and the pressure mounting in my chest as Terry slid in further was becoming almost unbearable. Terry kissed my shoulder, whispering words of comfort to me as he slid back out slowly, his hand keeping that stroke on my cock. Little by little, as Terry pressed into me then retreated, I felt the pleasure taking place of the pain. Terry slid in, bottoming out and I let out a gasp.
    “Okay?” Terry tried to comfort me.
    “What...what is that?” My cock was now at full mast. Terry had hit something inside me.
    “That is what I’m going to drive you crazy with,” Terry whispered in my ear.
    And oh God, he did. Terry had a grip on my hips and was thrusting into me. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so much pleasure. I came all over my dresser. Terry shuddered behind me and fell over on my back, breathing hard. I felt him pull out of me slowly and then heard him tying off the condom. I slid down to the floor and flopped on my back, staring at the ceiling. Terry came to my side and ran his fingertips down my chest.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Is that a trick question?” I chuckled. I looked up at Terry’s face and reached out to caress his cheek. “It was perfect. I love you, Terry.”
    “I love you, too.”
    We showered and fell into bed. I looked at the time and closed my eyes. I laughed as Terry’s stomach growled. We’d forgotten about the hot dogs.
    “Hungry?” I asked.
    “Yes.” Terry sat up.
    “No, stay here,” I said.
    “No, don’t go.” Terry took my hand and pulled me back. “At least not yet.”
    Terry pulled me to his lips and I pushed him back on the bed, settling between his legs.
    “We’ll just kiss for a little bit,” I said with a grin.
    “Uh huh.”
    The hot dogs were still on the table in the morning.

Six months later…
    ~TERRY~
    Anna’s bouquet flew over my head. I heard a loud roar of laughter and turned to see Blaine holding the flowers in his hand; a look of pure panic crossed his features and I smiled at him. Every available woman made a beeline for him. I laughed and winked at Anna. She looked so happy in her Vera Wang gown. I’d

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